Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2003 17:11:00 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 5

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PENIS POWER IN KANSAS - PART 5

Two things probably accounted for what happened in February.  First were
the grey skies and cold temperatures that limited outdoor activities.  The
second was the news of our basement pool table had spread among the boys at
school.  It started with the Anderson boys and Luke and grew from there.
The basement became an after school hangout for High School boys.  Thank
God I had finally arranged for an extension phone in the basement as it
rang continuously - girls asking for their boy friends - parents checking
on their son's whereabouts.

Another thing that I was glad of was that I had put grandma's old
refrigerator in the basement when the kitchen was remodeled.  It was filled
with soft drinks (the super market's own, cheap brand; the cost of soft
drinks and snacks was nicking at my food budget and checking on their
supply was driving me nuts.)  One evening, Lee recalled that we had moved
my old ping-pong table down from Alliance and we made a trip over to the
storage facility and set it up in the basement.  One thing that I was not
thankful for was that Lee conned me into buying a TV for the basement.

Some of the boys that I didn't have in my classes or the younger ones that
were not in the grade levels I taught, I knew only by name. Finally, I sat
down with Lee and told him we needed some ground rules and came to
agreement that there would be no girls down there, no pot, no beer or hard
liquor and being Lee had set up my grandma's large, round poker table with
it's folding chairs, that poker would be for chips only - no exchange of
money.  Lee saw the wisdom of the rules and became a good monitor.  He even
told guys to park well back on the driveway so it wouldn't look like a
convention in progress from the street and cracked open windows to get rid
of the cigarette smoke.

The bunch even gave me a nickname:  "Teach".  I soon adapted to the
situation, the phone ringing, loud music, the constant noise of
conversation coming up the stairs and I learned to park on the street when
I came home from school, so I could come and go as needed.

Then, one day Mark, the oldest of the Anderson teens, came up the stairs.
I happened to be in the Kitchen, he came over and, stood right in front of
me, grabbed and shook his dick at me, through his jeans.

"Teach, I got a homework assignment that I need a little help with."

I laughed, thinking he was teasing me but I didn't know what he was leading
up to, so I played along.  "What is the assignment and who gave it to you?"

"Coach Bradley."

"I didn't know you got homework in PE.  What's the assignment?"

"Exploring the mouth as a fuck hole." He used the big "F" word again and
all of the Anderson boys, as I previously explained, drove me absolutely
crazy when they said fuck or fucking - the way they pronounced and drew out
the words.  They made them sound sexy instead of crude, enticing instead of
repulsive.  It was so hot.  They didn't intend it that way, Swedish was
spoken sometimes in the home and their pronunciation had a tinge of accent.


"Surely you're not serious, you're just teasing me"

"I'm serious and, being a teacher and all, I thought you might have the
patience and know how to help me."

Taking his hand, I led him to the attic.  He positioned me on my back on
the bed and shoved pillows under my head, stripped so that he was naked
below the waist, tucked his shirt tale up, swung his leg over me as if he
really was mounting a cunt and he was fully ready to start using my mouth
as such.  (Shit!  What had I gotten myself into?)

I interrupted him saying, "Matt, I might be able to help with your
assignment better if you gave me a few minutes to review the homework."
His balls were already up tight to his body; his 6" erection was smooth,
thin like Lee's, and capped by a pink, bulbous head that could not be
described as either helmet or mushroom shaped.

"He, too, paused to explain that the Coach gave him the assignment
yesterday and he hadn't showered since yesterday afternoon after PE,
cautioning me his dick might smell and taste a little ripe."

I told him I'd take care of that for him.

He entered slowly and gently.  (Thank God he wasn't going to rape my mouth.
Apparently, he was after self-pleasure, which he was going to prolong as
long as possible.)  Never once did I feel the need to turn my head away,
push him off, or tell him to take it easy.  He, however, did retract
several times to rub his cockhead over my lips and bent over to tongue my
mouth.  He succeeded in making it last before finally filling my mouth with
his teen juice.  Unfortunately, I had moments before filled my jockeys with
man juice. (Next time I'd strip below the waist.) He unplugged and began
talking to me.

"Thanks Teach, that was great.  Do you think I'll pass the test?"

"On one hand, I'm tempted to predict a high grade, but on the other, if the
exam isn't like tomorrow, you might want a few more lessons."

"I don't want to take advantage of you.  Do you think you could work in
more private lessons?"

"I'm sure it can be arranged."

In addition to the basement activities, the sex club extended their
contacts with us between get-togethers.  Lloyd Smith's dinner invitation
had been the start.  The Andersons had us out one weekend for horseback
riding.  The Coach was definitely friendlier toward me in school than he
had ever been before.  Tristan Peters, when not on duty at the hospital
took to stopping by to visit.  Then, Kurt and Nate - there was no way we
would ever get rid of them, even if we wanted to.  They were in and out of
the house all of the time eating with us, taking us out to eat, playing
poker, playing pool.  One day when Tristan came over he had a bit of
interesting gossip.

First he asked me if I knew Reverend Robert Becker and his son Robert, Jr.,
called Robbie.  I told him Revered Becker and his wife, Alice, were about
the first people I met in town.  In the supermarket they approached me,
guessing who I was, and introduced their selves.  Robert was a dirty blond,
like me, and his wife, a little on the plump side, had beautiful red hair.
Robbie, I knew from school and he was also one of the basement regulars.


Robert had a strong appeal for me.  He was good looking but I picked up
immediately that he was one of those people who might have an allergic
reaction to deodorants and, therefore, couldn't use them.  Anyway he had a
sexy odor of perspiration that was intoxicating.  It was not like the smell
that emanates from someone in need of a bath.  He was meticulously clean
right down to his fingernails.  Then again, it could have been induced by
nervousness; he did seem shy and nervous, or so I thought.

So Tristan proceeded to tell me that Robert had been in the hospital last
week for a few days.  He was the only occupant in a double room - bed next
to the window with the sliding curtain drawn the length of the bed but not
around the foot to the window.  The room to the door was almost shut, but
cracked open.  Tristan had walked in, apparently unheard, and saw the
Reverend leaned over next to the edge of the bed giving Robbie a blowjob.
He turned and walked out, apparently unseen by either of them.

The downside of February was that Lee and I came home twice from school
both not feeling well.  It developed into colds - daily contact with so
many people caused things spread like wildfire at school.  Lee and I spent
three days the first time and two days the second time taking care of each
other as best we could and consequently missing the February get together
at Andersons.

The end of February eased off a little weather wise and I told Lee we
should both go to Hays and get a decent haircut, not available locally.
Nate had given me the name of a barber that he had used.  I made an
appointment for the following Saturday.  Before Saturday came, Lee told me
Robbie's dad was out of town at a seminar and asked if we could take Robbie
with us.

The barber agreed to squeeze Robbie into the same appointment and I treated
him to a decent haircut.  The barber was obviously gay, and made certain
that his assets in his crotch area pressed against you at frequent
intervals during both the shampooing and hair cutting.  Robbie was the last
of the three of us and Lee told him that we were going to step out for a
minute.  He walked me down the street 50 or so feet and stopped, telling me
he wanted to tell me something.  I said I guess you're afraid I'm going to
get angry, is that why you picked a public street?

"Well sort of - but please don't get angry, promise me you won't."

"I'll try."

"Well Robbie and I have sort of been planning a little surprise for you.
The only bad thing about it is I didn't know how to put it all together
until last evening when you were fixing supper and I saw your Visa Card
lying atop your desk.  I used it to make a reservation at the Marriott
Fairfield here in Hay's.  He raised his hand to stop me from replying and
went on - Robbie wants you to suck him and me off at the same time, and no
way can we do it in the car."

"What brought all of this up?"

"Well, I've gotten rather close to Robbie since the basement became an
after school hangout."

"By rather close, I venture to guess that you mean real close, like
sexually close."

"Yea, that's what I mean."

"Lee, get real, I can't walk into a high class motel, with two boys in tow
in the middle of the day."


"Yes you can.  The reservation is for you and your two sons."

"Jesus, you've thought of everything, haven't you."

"I hope so. Robbie really wants to do it.  You'll like him.  He has a dick
on him as long, but bigger around than Mark Anderson."

The little shit knew how to get me to agree to his scheme.  In fact, I
could feel the beginning of an erection in my pants as we walked back to
the barbershop.  When Robbie got out of the barber chair he looked at Lee
who returned the look with a smile, signifying that everything was a "go".
In the room, they moved an upholstered chair over, with its back toward the
window, told me to undress and made me promise to keep my eyes closed until
they told me to open them.  They disappeared into the bathroom, came back
and said, "OK, you can open your eyes."

"Before me, bathed in a weak sunlight, were two beautiful, naked, 16 year
old boys, holding hands, their boy cocks in full salute.  In fact, Robbie's
was so erect it was more than straight out; it was almost against his
tight, white stomach.  His hair was a cross between both parents - blond
with a reddish tinge; his pubes were the same.  Simultaneously they raised
one foot up on the arms of the chair giving me full and comfortable access
to their erections.  Their excitement gave each of them that unique smell
of boys and reminded me a little of the way Robbie's dad smelled.  I
fondled each of their erections and their balls.  Lee had told me the
truth; Robbie was well endowed and he reminded me of Pete Smith.  His penis
looked reddish and tender.  I sensed a bit of shyness on his part, but he
still reached down and returned my fondling.  Feeling my adult cock brought
him to an even greater sense of excitement.  Addressing both of them I
said, "Now I guess I'm going to suck you both at the same time.  I don't
think you mean with both of your cocks in my mouth at once, but alternating
back and forth."

They nodded their agreement.  Robbie had such a generous cockhead, I didn't
realize until I had sucked him off and made him shoot that he was not
circumcised - the skin fully retracted.

Deciding Robbie was the guest I thought he should be first.  Never had I
had two young boys at one time.  To say I was excited at the prospect would
almost be an under statement.  Yet, I had the sense and discipline to try
to make it last, make the most of it.  I licked his genitals, took only his
cockhead into my mouth and switched to Lee.  I don't think it lasted more
than 10 minutes.  I was sucking on Lee when Robbie cried out, "Oh God, I'm
going to cum.  He was actually squeezing his shaft just behind his cockhead
trying to delay his orgasm.  I immediately pulled off of Lee, and engulfed
his cock into my mouth.  He removed his hand from his shaft and his boy cum
poured into my mouth.  He turned to kiss Lee while climaxing.

Boys are not like girls, they are not as vengeful or as gossipy, but
sometimes they are too open with each other, too trusting and sometimes get
a little too emboldened about tackling an adventure together that neither
of they would have thought twice about on their own.

I became involved in their scheming the following Monday.  When I arrived
home I had a message on my answering machine that Reverend Becker would
like to see me around 4PM, if at all possible. I hollered down stairs to
tell Lee that I was leaving for a while but would be back soon.



Robert's door to his study was open.  He was pleasant, asked if I minded if
he smoked and offered me one which, though a very infrequent smoker, I
accepted.  I desperately needed a cigarette at this moment.

I didn't know what the shit was coming but the scenario that ran though my
mind was - did he know about my sex with Robbie in the motel?  How had he
found out about it?  Had someone from Solomon City seen us coming out of
the room?  He sensed my nervousness and said this was his last appointment
for the day, would I like a beer?

"Sure".  The occasional table between the two lounge chairs in the office
was actually a mini-refrigerator, with a Walnut exterior.  He brought out
two, cold beers and gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs.

His initial choice of words about caused me to enter into cardiac arrest.

"Jason, Robbie told me about your trip to Hays."    Luckily, he followed up
by thanking me for treating Robbie to a haircut and remarked that it was a
good haircut and then plunged me back into the depths of despair.

"Robbie told me what happened in Hays and that Lee had remarked that there
was a club in town consisting of men and boys who had an interest in each
other.  (If Lee were sitting next to me I knew I would be strongly tempted
to strangle him.)  Then he eased the tension again.  He was using me as a
yoyo.

"I've asked you over because Robbie and I are interested in the club, how
you become eligible to join, that sort of thing.

So, somewhat relaxed, I went through the same explanation that Kurt had
given me.

As I had been, he was curious as to the composition of the club.  I
explained to tell him that before he attended his first meeting it would be
a compromise to the existing members if he knew their names.  His showing
at the first meeting, however, put him in the same position so every one
was equal.

"Robert, as you can imagine this is quite a shock to me - your knowledge
that I have had sex with your son but greater still the fact that you have
an interest in such a club."

"How old are you Jason?"

"I became 24 in July."

"I am 14 years older than you.  I married quite young and became a Lutheran
minister, full well knowing I was a homosexual.  I thought I could overcome
it but I was wrong.  Jason, I cannot tell you the struggle that confronts
you trying to live a heterosexual life when you weren't intended to live
such a life.  Your true sexual desires haunt you constantly and flare to a
boiling point if you as much as see a man that you find sexually attracted
to.  Its hell, but I have no body to blame, except myself for making an
erroneous choice.



Sometimes at night, trying to go to sleep, my mind will wander and I will
try to recall some boy or young man that I had a sexual encounter with.
Their faces have dimmed in my memory and I realize that if I were to see
them again tomorrow we wouldn't even recognize one another.

Sometimes I try to remember what their genitals were like; even that memory
is no longer distinct. Yet the memories dig at you constantly.  There is
never a day that I don't wish I could have an affair with an adult man. The
relief obtained from masturbation is so short lived and then you are right
back needing the real thing."

"Robert, I understand more than you might thing I do.  I call it Penis
Power."

"That name is very apt.  Whether they are a fresh or ancient memory, a
large or small penis, the male sex organ does exude a powerful draw."

"Robert, I sense that you have a guilty conscious about having sex with
Robbie.  I don't think that you need to feel that way.  You just related
your early experiences to me and the lingering effect they have on you.  As
you know I am a teacher.  I know that as boys mature their attitudes,
habits, opinions and desires change many times during the maturing process.
It might well be that you are preventing Robbie from making the same
mistake as you did.  He might retain the same sexual desires he now has
throughout this life; then, again, they could change entirely, or forever
flip back and forth as happens to bi-sexuals.  At least you have shown him
one choice.  It is very probably better that it was you who showed him.  He
is a handsome young boy with a sexual endowment befitting a man.  My points
being, it was better you than someone else and believe me someone else
would have appeared on the scene.

I realized that he was about to become very emotional.  I didn't know what
to do, yet I knew I had to do something because I didn't want him to
embarrass himself by exposing his pent up emotions in front of a stranger.
I rose and walked around to the adjacent chair to where he was sitting,
pushed down my pants and my jockey shorts along with them and offered my
cock to him.  "Do you want a little therapy?"   He looked at me as if to
ask if it was all right. I nodded to assure him that it was.

He pulled his erection out of his fly - a heavy cock, lined with bulging
veins and a big plum cockhead from which his foreskin had fully retracted -
dropped to his knees eager to submit, with no embarrassment, to the penis
power of my 8", fully erect cock.

He quickly began the pacification of his raging emotions and long
frustrated desires.  For the first time in my life I became consciously
aware that you could use all five of your God given senses in sucking cock.
He looked at my cock for more that a few moments - remarking on it size and
its hairless beauty.  Then he utilized his sense of touch, fondling my
shaft, holding my scrotum, rolling my balls around inside - talking more to
himself than to me, "How can a cock get so big and hard yet be so soft and
warm to touch?"  He lifted my cock up, pressed his nose to my balls
smelling their musky odor.  When he put his lips over my cockhead and moved
them up to my body and began his sucking, I knew that he was enjoying the
wonderful taste of man cock.  His mouth became very wet, covering my shaft
with his saliva, when his stopped to say, this time to me, "God, don't you
love the slurpy, slushy sound of a cock being sucked by a wet mouth?  His
sense of hearing was also adding to his enjoyment.

I decided to add to his sense of hearing, as Kurt had done to me in the
basement Bedroom:  "Make it last Robert, nobody's going to take it away
from you.  Make it feel good for both of us.  I know you're hungry baby.
Yea, you're a hungry cocksucker, aren't you?  There's nothing like a hot,
hungry cocksucker taking care of a dick."


Finally, as it always does, our sexual pleasure approached an end.  While
Robert's mouth was enjoying the warm sweet tide of my ejaculation, I looked
down between his legs and watched his own cock jerking up and down and at
the upward pinnacle of each jerk launching wads of cum, making them
airborne for a few short seconds before crashing onto the carpet.  At the
end of the 3rd spurt, his balls emptied, but not the jerking movement of
his penis.  It continued, each jerk less violent until his cock came to
rest, still large but the veins less prominent. I knew that the surge of
blood required to give his large endowment an erection had not entirely
receded.  His cock, though returned to a flaccid stage, was still swollen.

It was evident that he did not want his therapy session to end.  He locked
his arms around my lower torso.  He leaned his head against my receding
erection and remained motionless for at least two full minutes.  Finally,
he uttered, in a faint voice, "Thank you."

I asked if he had a calendar.  The March meeting would normally have been
on the 4th but the 5th was Ash Wednesday, so it had been set back a week.
The 11th was the rescheduled date.   Before I left he asked if I had sex
with Lee.  I told him that we had a warm and wonderful sexual relationship
with frequent sexual activity.  He responded that despite the sex between
Robbie and him, he still felt the need for an adult male.  I called
everyone in the group and told them that I would be bringing a new member,
two if you counted his son.

The next afternoon, late, almost 5'oclock, Lloyd came for a visit saying
that everyone was a little concerned over my call yesterday evening.  I
asked why.

"You and Lee were the first new members in over two years, excepting Nate,
who was a somewhat different case.  At that we were surprised, and
concerned as to whether Kurt had made a safe choice; everybody was always
hoping and looking for new prospects, but we felt we had come to the end of
the line; the town, even the county, was just too small.  When we came out
and saw you and Lee with Kurt, we settled down because you were new to
Solomon Hills.  Do you see my point?"

"Sure, I see your point but I can't say I fully understand it."

"Well, you are only two months, but one meeting, into membership and you
are already presenting yet another man and a son.  Are they, too, newcomers
to Solomon Hills?"

"No, they have lived here quite a while."

"How could we have missed them?"

"I have no idea.  I admit they're neither obvious nor logical candidates
but they are genuine.  It started when Lee arranged for me to have sex with
the boy and since then I have had sex with the father.  If it bothers you
that Lee was the initial contact, I have really grilled him and it was done
properly, in accord with the ground rules and a little more discreet than
Kurt's approach - no criticism intended."

"I'm being noisy, but what did Kurt do?  If you tell me I assure you it is
in the strictest confidence."

"Briefly, he got me drunk and high on poppers and talked me into letting
him fuck me, then insisted on getting some personal knowledge about Lee."

"Jesus, that was a bit strong."


"However, he, too, did it within the ground rules. We didn't know the
members until you guys came out of the bedroom areas.  And, I want to add
that Kurt and Nate were prior, good friends."

"Jase, I know this is not within the ground rules, but I ask it as a big
favor.  Would you divulge the name of the candidate to me, again in the
strictest secrecy?  It might ease the concern a bit."

"Well, you better prepare for a real shock."

"Oh God, don't let it the sheriff or a judge.

"Probably even a bigger shock."  I paused before I told him that it was
Reverend Robert Becker and his son Robbie and followed by asking if he
wanted a shot of Scotch or Bourbon?  He managed to utter Bourbon, so I went
to the kitchen and poured him a double Bourbon on the rocks and a double
Scotch on the rocks for myself.

"Christ, Jase, I think you just made matters worse.  Tristan is a Baptist,
you and Lee are Catholics. I don't know what Nate is but everyone else is a
Lutheran - Robert is our minister."

"You mean Paul Bradley, too."

"Yes, Paul Bradley, too."

"OK, despite the shock, what's the problem?  You accept Catholics and
Baptists, white and blacks men and boys.  Are there restrictions, like men
of the cloth, I haven't been told about?"

"There are no restrictions.  And, you and Lee both played by the book, but
that doesn't make the shock less great."

"OK, but I still fail to grasp what the problem is.  I don't think you can
eliminate the shock factor.  I don't know how the group initially started,
but each new member must have caused some shock.  I can't speak for
existing members seeing, for the first time, new entrants.  But for me, as
a newcomer, Paul Bradley was one but you were the greatest.  I had met you
previously, liked and respected you - in fact I thought you were the most
handsome man I had ever met and you gave me an instant hardon.  And to
sidetrack a minute, Lee told me of your bent down cock and if you don't
offer it to me the next meeting, I warn you, I'm going to rape you."  At
least that lightened his mood, he laughed and assured me that would be
unnecessary.

"So, Jase, what do you think we should do?"

"Proactive - absolutely nothing.  Reactive - the minimum.  If a member
calls you and you feel he absolutely needs placating, I would agree to your
outlining this conversation - no names, no details, just assurance that
everything was according to the rules and tell them not to worry.  If
they're shocked, which I'm sure they will be, they'll just have to get over
it.  I'm sure Robert and Robbie are the two that will be the most shocked."

I made the last comment, which closed the conversation.  "Lloyd, I want to
tell you something that made me a little sad.  One of Robert's greatest
concerns seemed to be the initiation fee and dues.  I don't know what he
imagined, but I had the feeling that he hoped he could afford it.  He was
visibly delighted when I told him there we no initiation or dues costs
whatever."


Lloyd's response was "Damn".

I didn't relate any of the discussion to Lee.  The only thing he knew was
that Robert had requested membership for himself and Robbie and I had
promised to carry though on it.  Besides, I had so enjoyed my oral contact
with Robbie and Lee that I had almost forgotten the pleasure it involved. I
wanted to get Lee into 69ing tonight.  Our immediate past had been heavy on
the fucking side.

So, in bed, I started out with sort of a dumb feeler:  "Lee, you've sure
gotten into getting fucked."

"I know, Jase.  I just love to have your big cock all the way inside me.
It not only feels good but there is just something about having you fuck
me.  I guess it's something like a wife must feel about a husband.  It's
sort of a proof that I belong to you; that you love me.  Does that make
sense?"

"I suppose.  But why do you need proof.  Surely you know that I love you."

"Maybe `proof' is the wrong word.  Maybe `reassurance' would be a better
one."

"Do you need reassured?"

"Sometimes, because sometimes I look at you and I just can't believe that I
have you as a lover as well as an adopted dad.  It's incredible to me at
times.  Like sometimes in Modern History Class when you're speaking in
front of the class, all the girls, and some of the boys, are cow eyed
looking at you; the outline of your cock is readable through your pants and
all the time I know that I'm the only one in the class who is going to get
that big cock.  Sometimes I just want to grope you on the way out or palm
you a note."

"Lee, you're the only one who will ever get it in bed at night, despite the
stuff that goes on at the Andersons or with others during the day.  We've
been fooling around lately, as you know, but please, Baby, know that there
is no one on earth that can turn me on sexually to the extent that you do.
But, please don't palm me any notes in school.  It could be dropped.  I
could lose it. Just don't!  Just know that sometimes I'd just love go grab
you and kiss you on the way out, but that's impossible.  I even try to
minimize eye contact with you in the classroom.  I just think its best."

All the while we had been talking we had been fondling each other's cocks
and balls, nipples and ass cheeks.  We were both to the point where we had
to do something together.

"Lee, can we 69 tonight.  I'm really hungry to suck you?"

"I am, too, but I've been thinking of something that we've never done and
I've really got the hots wanting to try it.  We can 69 in the morning,
before we shower; I like it when we're both a bit smelly down there.  OK?"
(He asked because he damn well knew I couldn't refuse him anything -
especially something sexual.)

"So, what's your newest fantasy?"

He took my hand and we rolled out of bed on the same side.  He led me to
the Bathroom and turned on the light.



"Let's jack each other off."

"Do you want to use some lube?"

"No.  No lube, no poppers.  No nothing.  Just us."

Standing, facing each other, we wrapped our right hands around the other's
cock shaft and started our mutual masturbation.  I didn't see Lee's eyes
again until just before we climaxed; we focused our eyes on the other's
erection and the movement of our hands up and down the shaft, on the
swelling of the cockheads, on the movement of our ball sacs.  Everything
was going so well until Lee looked up at me and I wrapped my left arm
around his neck, drew him close to me and open mouth kissed him.  It had
been a long time since we had reached simultaneous climax, but it happened
tonight.  As we kissed, our balls erupted and our genitals were glued
together by the warm, sticky fluid of love that gushed out from the ends of
our cocks.

Back in bed, Lee told me that he wished I would promise him that I would
never fuck another boy.  In turn I told him, thinking back on some of
Kurt's discussions, that I wanted him to promise that he would never let
another man put his cock in his boy puss. His love hole was mine; mine
only, my private property.

"So, you want to possess me, don't you?  I love it.  I know you want me
now."

"You damn well better know it and don't forget it.  I'm your daddy and
you're my baby boy.  I don't want anybody else getting their rocks off
pumping their cock in and out of your boy box.  Got it?"

"I got it."

With that we got into our usual, initial sleeping position - Lee's leg over
my lower body and his arm over my chest and we feel into a deep sleep, only
to awaken in the light of predawn when Lee turned around in the bed and we
69ed into the new day.

TO BE CONTINUED - Responses will be welcomed and answered.